“I wanted to a-ask for something first,” Spain began in a very strained voice. Romano glanced up to see that Spain’s smile had changed to one that was very faked and looked to be forcibly plastered to his flushed face. He didn’t have as much control as he would have liked to have had, and Romano got some revenge by clenching his muscles and pushing Spain’s resolve. Spain took in a shuddering breath before saying, “I wanted to, but I can’t think of anything.”
Romano parted his lips to laugh at Spain’s idiocy, but the next thing he knew Spain’s cock was shoving deep inside him, filling and stretching him, and instead of laughing, he shouted, “YES!” And it was embarrassing as hell, but shouting something embarrassing had never felt so amazing. He threw his arms around Spain’s shoulders and jerked his hips forward to meet Spain on his thrusts. The pace was fast and difficult to match at first, but they soon found a frenzied and passionate rhythm.
They were both too desperate and close to the edge to draw things out. Spain’s usual care and gentleness was gone and replaced with deep, harsh thrusts that made Romano dizzy with heat and pleasure. He scratched at Spain’s skin and curled his toes into the sheets before trying to lift one leg and hook it behind Spain’s back. He dug his heel into the indent just above Spain’s ass, slipping from the sheen of sweat that covered Spain’s body.
Then Spain rammed into Romano’s prostate, and Romano made a shrieking noise and jerked Spain’s head down so he could force a kiss onto his mouth. The action had started something that couldn’t be stopped, though, and soon Romano was forced to pull away from Spain’s mouth to moan and cry and gasp loudly at every thrust. He knew he was being almost obnoxiously loud, but there seemed to be no stopping it.
Spain became determined to hit Romano’s sweet spot as much as possible. He adjusted the angle on his thrusts, and soon had Romano grasping to him as if for dear life and crying into his ear. He made several attempts to stifle his noises, but every time he did Spain would thrust harder or bite or pinch because he loved to hear them. To him, there was no sound sweeter than that of Romano in ecstasy. And adding to the symphony of their love-making were the sounds of creaking and scraping from the mattress and ancient bed frame. Spain vaguely noted that the poor bed had taken a lot of abuse over the years.
“What would you like?” Spain murmured into Romano’s ear, slowing his movements a bit and rolling his hips into Romano. He licked a drop of sweat from Romano’s temple and ran a hand up his chest to tweak a nipple.
Romano gasped and pulled Spain close to stutter, “U-um. Kiss me?”
Spain smiled lovingly. “Lots of kisses tonight, I’ve noticed.” He leaned in to indulge Romano, but almost as soon as their lips pressed together, Romano jerked away.
“Ok.” Spain began thrusting quickly again, determined to hold out until Romano came, despite his own rapidly approaching orgasm. He reached between them to take hold of Romano’s cock, and Romano threw his head back and groaned. He fisted it quickly, eyes glued to Romano’s face to capture the moment when he came, and soon Romano’s entire body was writhing and jerking, the pressure building to the point where it was unbearable. Spain could feel himself losing control, his movements growing more and more erratic, even as he ground his teeth together and tried to keep steady.
Romano wouldn’t stop repeating his name. “Spain, Spain—“ And then suddenly his entire body seized up, and he cried out, Spain’s fist covered in cum as he burned the image of Romano’s face into his mind. The heat around Spain’s cock tightened, and he stopped trying to hold back and instead grabbed Romano’s hips and messily sought out the last bit of friction and pleasure he’d need to push him over the edge.
He didn’t even notice that Romano watched him in turn as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook through an overwhelming orgasm. He was so drained of strength afterward, it was a wonder he didn’t fall straight onto Romano and crush him beneath his weight.
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 8d/8
Romano parted his lips to laugh at Spain’s idiocy, but the next thing he knew Spain’s cock was shoving deep inside him, filling and stretching him, and instead of laughing, he shouted, “YES!” And it was embarrassing as hell, but shouting something embarrassing had never felt so amazing. He threw his arms around Spain’s shoulders and jerked his hips forward to meet Spain on his thrusts. The pace was fast and difficult to match at first, but they soon found a frenzied and passionate rhythm.
They were both too desperate and close to the edge to draw things out. Spain’s usual care and gentleness was gone and replaced with deep, harsh thrusts that made Romano dizzy with heat and pleasure. He scratched at Spain’s skin and curled his toes into the sheets before trying to lift one leg and hook it behind Spain’s back. He dug his heel into the indent just above Spain’s ass, slipping from the sheen of sweat that covered Spain’s body.
Then Spain rammed into Romano’s prostate, and Romano made a shrieking noise and jerked Spain’s head down so he could force a kiss onto his mouth. The action had started something that couldn’t be stopped, though, and soon Romano was forced to pull away from Spain’s mouth to moan and cry and gasp loudly at every thrust. He knew he was being almost obnoxiously loud, but there seemed to be no stopping it.
Spain became determined to hit Romano’s sweet spot as much as possible. He adjusted the angle on his thrusts, and soon had Romano grasping to him as if for dear life and crying into his ear. He made several attempts to stifle his noises, but every time he did Spain would thrust harder or bite or pinch because he loved to hear them. To him, there was no sound sweeter than that of Romano in ecstasy. And adding to the symphony of their love-making were the sounds of creaking and scraping from the mattress and ancient bed frame. Spain vaguely noted that the poor bed had taken a lot of abuse over the years.
“What would you like?” Spain murmured into Romano’s ear, slowing his movements a bit and rolling his hips into Romano. He licked a drop of sweat from Romano’s temple and ran a hand up his chest to tweak a nipple.
Romano gasped and pulled Spain close to stutter, “U-um. Kiss me?”
Spain smiled lovingly. “Lots of kisses tonight, I’ve noticed.” He leaned in to indulge Romano, but almost as soon as their lips pressed together, Romano jerked away.
“Ah,” he choked, trembling fingers grasping Spain’s neck. “I’m really close. Spain.”
“Ok.” Spain began thrusting quickly again, determined to hold out until Romano came, despite his own rapidly approaching orgasm. He reached between them to take hold of Romano’s cock, and Romano threw his head back and groaned. He fisted it quickly, eyes glued to Romano’s face to capture the moment when he came, and soon Romano’s entire body was writhing and jerking, the pressure building to the point where it was unbearable. Spain could feel himself losing control, his movements growing more and more erratic, even as he ground his teeth together and tried to keep steady.
Romano wouldn’t stop repeating his name. “Spain, Spain—“ And then suddenly his entire body seized up, and he cried out, Spain’s fist covered in cum as he burned the image of Romano’s face into his mind. The heat around Spain’s cock tightened, and he stopped trying to hold back and instead grabbed Romano’s hips and messily sought out the last bit of friction and pleasure he’d need to push him over the edge.
He didn’t even notice that Romano watched him in turn as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook through an overwhelming orgasm. He was so drained of strength afterward, it was a wonder he didn’t fall straight onto Romano and crush him beneath his weight.